Ancient Undead Monstrosity - Exelian The Forbidden

[Huge Sized Model - 75mm Base]

[Presupported with LYS files in 32mm Scale]

An ancient monstrosity of Seroca that has been summoned by the Serocan Cultists near Hinatal. This herald of destruction and doom is one of the Spawn of Secret’s more overt creations, though its nature as being mistaken as a creation of Myrothlir often serves its purpose of distracting and panicking those whom Seroca seeks to manipulate. Thus in Hinatal its purpose is intended to demoralise its populace, more than feast upon them.

Exelian is one of Seroca’s older blasphemies; an undead thing shaped for purpose, not beauty. The Serocan cultists near Hinatal did not raise it from a single corpse, because no mortal body was ever meant to bear six arms and still fly. It is a patchwork of bodies and bone, reinforced with rites that harden sinew and stitch joints into something that can endure the strain of the air. When it takes to the sky, it does not flap like a bird. It glides in slow arcs, cloak and membranes stretched wide, arms spread as if it is always reaching for something just out of grasp.

It is called “the Forbidden” because even the cult treats it as a last resort. Exelian is not meant to win wars on its own. It is meant to be seen. The Spawn of Secrets has subtler tools, but this one is overt on purpose, and its shape is not an accident. In the dark, at a distance, it can be mistaken for a sign of Myrothlir, or at least for a creature associated with him. That confusion does Seroca’s work for free. It draws attention, fuels rumours, and turns ordinary fear into a kind of civic sickness. In Hinatal, its role is to break morale and trust before the cult ever needs to strike openly.

When Exelian is loosed over the city, it favours rooftops, towers, and high walls where it can silhouette itself against the moon and lantern-glow. It does not need to slaughter dozens to be effective. One public kill, one body taken from a street corner and dropped somewhere it will be found, is often enough. It is drawn to movement and to crowds, not because it is hungry, but because groups make noise in ways the creature can sense through the air and stone. By the time soldiers muster and civilians arm themselves, the damage is already done. People stop gathering. People stop sleeping. And when a city begins to distrust its own shadows, Seroca’s influence spreads without resistance.